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i could speak, but there's nothing to say

i could pry these eyes open, there's nothing to see

i could open my ears, what's there to hear?

i'm too gone to realize what's here

i'm too gone to even care, anymore

too gone, too low, too low to the ground

metal holding down the faces, of everyone who ever mattered

in this hollow world, i dream of forgiveness

please don't let this take me



the oxygen inside

the air is strangling, i left you there hanging

moreso choking, the rain left me soaking

the dormant air, ginseng is the devil

i'm rising now or on another level

all these sacred dreams i could never reach



sometimes violate myself, more damaged than outspoken

got ran by a red light that left me dangling there, broken

the river's not flowing anymore, the way that is right

i'm on my knees praying, i need back my sight

i need to dream, i don't have to be stuck like this forever



sometimes life is fixed, in shifts that turn out the wrong way

but which way is there for bullets when rivers don't bank, say

"more easier said", this controlled force of impact

injected with speed, derailed more than attacked

and what's left there for me, when blood runs dry

left out in the open, under euthanasian skies

where comes the distance, when i've so far yet to go?

just let me into this theatre and cancel the show



all the things i'm looking forward to are always looking back

looking up towards the heavens that keep weighing me down

i just can't return yet, there's so much i need yet

i know i can burn, but i know i can't bleed yet

i'm a fluid slowly streaming through this threaded life

half slow, half blind, what am i trying to find?



fixed bullets, i'm heavier more than weighed down

stone future, engraved in this lead crown

this one way restraint, needed to keep safe

you can take the high road, but i need to stay low

so low grounded, i can't hear the sounds now

feeling the ground now, ignition to speed up the pain

this really needs to end now, what's left to send now?



forwards and back, dropping the needle

like a pendulum fixed to the steeple

all so superficial, lead them to what you believe

but don't be surprised when they turn back and leave



i'm sick, and this environment is thick

can't see through this skin that locks me away

through oceans, these blood red waves could never change me

and once i'm back, you say it has quite rearranged me



all this time spent, all this asking why

the stars where always a haven, attached in the sky

i could always trust the darkness, when all is forbidden

the light sheds everything that i need to keep hidden



until i am at peace with myself,

there's a war going on in this head

it's pleading for me to find some cover,

it's pleading for me to forget everything at all

just be forewarned when i do decide

that i want to hit the ground

there will be no chance to repent when everything runs out



see the blindness surrounds you

at least now i know i've found you



pull out these wires please

disarm me before i start to harm you

you're running low or running out

i'm draining this sense of doubt

and now it seems i'm falling out



i'm never going to hit the ground anymore